Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.